Evening, Sunday the 10th of Neth, 4707 AR
The Sihedron made their way to the catacombs to confront a spectre that Ainsel had seen lurking in the nearby catacombs earlier. When told about the restless spirit, Jakardros had surmised that it might that of an unpopular Black Arrow interred some thirty years earlier named Lorgus Fenker. If rumors were to be believed, Lorgus had been the victim of foul play at the hands of the patrol he’d been leading. Hoping for a peaceful encounter but preparing for violence, the Sihedron girded themselves and approached the catacombs while cloaked by Aubrey’s glamour and following behind an illusionary simulacrum of Elshbeth intended to ascertain the spectre’s disposition. The Sihedron went on the offensive once the spirit flew into a rage and attacked the decoy and, thanks to having entered the catacombs unnoticed, quickly put to rest the vengeful spirit of Lorgus Fenker.
Not yet ready to call it a day, the Sihedron returned to Lucretia’s boudoir and set an ambush. Once ready, Aubrey headed upstairs, hidden inside a glamourie modeled upon the lamia matriarch. Entering a blood-drenched barracks room she/he succinctly ordered (thanks to a few Giant sentences hastily taught to the spryte by Kivu) the three ogres there to follow her/him back downstairs. In short order the ogres were lured downstairs, ambushed and dispatched. When another ogre at the top of the stairs inquired about the noise, Kivu and Aubrey succeeded in reassuring it that all was well by magically imitating the voice of one of his slain kin.
The Sihedron moved the large carcasses into the shocker lizard infested tunnels, cleaned up once more and settled down in the empty boudoir to share a meal. Later, when someone called down the stairs for Lucretia to come outside the group decided to relocate to the catacombs to rest for the night; and so they did.
Early morning, Moonday the 11th of Neth, 4707 AR
After breaking their fast and alternatively praying and/or musing, the Sihedron girded themselves and set off to sneak up into the keep’s second floor; where Aubrey conjectured that most of the ogres’ leaders were located.
Weaving a large glamourie of the late Silas Kreeg, the Sihedron hid beneath the false ogre’s fur skirt and stealthily made their way into a large chamber which Ainsel had failed to enter during the previous day’s scouting. Inside they met a pair of ogres; one a female believed to be the clan’s matriarch Dorella and the other a stout male sporting a prosthetic iron jaw. With little preamble the Sihedron launched their surprise attack against the clan’s leadership. Dorella was slain before she could utter a word while the iron-jawed male managed to fight back briefly before likewise being dispatched; though not before bellowing an alarm.
In response, the remaining seven or eight ogres in the nearby rooms rushed to the attack. Not bothering with the door, the crowd of Ogres outside beat upon the walls of the room until they succeeded in bashing them down. Leading the gang was a massive horned ogre which the group conjectured might be Jaagrath Kreeg; the clan’s war chief. The battle was joined and soon most of Jaagrath’s underlings were felled or lying at the bottom of sinkholes opened up beneath them by the wily spryte. Jaagrath proved remarkably tough; enduring many blows as he tenaciously clawed his way up out of a sinkhole. But eventually even he succumbed to his many wounds and drew his final breath.
As the others dispatched the felled ogres and worried about the weakened ceiling’s possible collapse, Ainsel ventured cautiously downstairs to gauge the remaining ogre’s reaction to the upstairs battle. She found the entirety of the first floor hastily abandoned and some thirty-odd ogres milling about uncertainly in the courtyard outside.